fate – Pete's Limericks

Giving thanks

“When we met, it was kinda, like, fateful…
Like, fuck! Fuckin luck by the plateful!
Like, if there’s a God,”
She said. “Me and my bod,
We’re, like, fuckin internally grateful!”

Angling

In her quest for a suitable mate,
To a certain extent, it’s just fate.
She may hope, she might wish
That she’ll catch the right fish;
Tits and pussy, of course are good bait!

Bad to worse

This, it seemed was her fate, or her curse:
To be loved by a man who’s perverse;
Making love, (though he pays),
In unnatural ways,
Or not rooting at all, so much worse!

Tempting fate 1

“My good man,” said the Countess, quite terse,
“We’re alone, then, for better or worse…
You might ravish me, say…
Force yourself, have your way…
To which fate I would not be averse.”

Outrageous fortune

As a girl, her fond dream, which took wings,
Not to be, in the grand scheme of things…
No sweet children, no house,
Garden, dog, doting spouse…
Just a series of sad, sordid flings.